Everybody knows that the dice are loaded. Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Four o'clock in the afternoon. and I didn't feel like very much.. I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,. where is your famous golden touch?". I thought you knew where.
I was born in a beauty salon. My father was a dresser of hair. My mother was a girl you could call on. When you called she was always there. When you called she was always there.
I'm Forty-One, the moon is full,. you make love very well.. You touch me like I touch myself,. I like you Mademoiselle.. You're so fresh and you're so new,.
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge,. the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends.. The river is swollen up with rusty cans. and the trees are burning in your promised land..
It's coming through a hole in the air. >From those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel. That it ain't exactly real. Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread. "I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete..
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.
Maybe I'm still hurting. I can't turn the other cheek. But you know that I still love you. It's just that I can't speak. I looked for you in everyone.
(Written By Cohen, Performed In "Night Magic"). . (Angels) You can't do this. You must do what. We must do what must be done. . (Judy) I hear my baby calling.
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing. And the band is really happening. And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high. And my very sweet companion. She's the angel of compassion.
(Mirror Song) (Written By Cohen, Performed In "Night Magic"). . (Michael) I never thought I'd get this far. . (Audience) We always knew you would. . (Michael) I've put a little weight on.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel. You were talking so brave and so sweet. Giving me head on the unmade bed. While the limousines wait in the street.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,. you were talking so brave and so sweet,. giving me head on the unmade bed,. while the limousines wait in the street..
Like a bird on the wire. Like a drunk in a midnight choir. I have tried in my way to be free. . Like a worm on a hook. Like a knight from some old-fashioned book.
(Frederick Knight). Are you back in my life to stay. Or is it just for today. That you need me?. If it's a thrill you're looking for. Well, honey, I'm flexible, oh, yeah.
Say a prayer for the cowboy. His mare's run away. And he'll walk til he finds her. His darling, his stray. but the river's in flood. and the roads are awash.
Well I stepped into an avalanche,. it covered up my soul;. when I am not this hunchback that you see,. I sleep beneath the golden hill.. You who wish to conquer pain,.
The birds they sang. At the break of day. Start again. I heard them say. Don't dwell on what. Has passed away. Or what is yet to be. Yeah the wars they will.
(Written By Cohen, Performed In "Night Magic"). . (Angels) You are an angel, dare. You mess around down there. Arms open wide to save. Mankind you are depraved.